too many goodbyes
running into each other like tears mixing
with rain
like black tracks down once rose filled
cheeks
goodbye goodbye goodbye
too many goodbyes
coming too close to comfort
dripping their way over chins and onto
vunerable skin at the nape of a neck.
goodbyes convulsing into someone else's
shoulder.
into a pillow at 10 past 1 on a Tuesday
morning.
into a shaking hand
but hellos too. yes those too.
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